I habitually did the bare minimum to get by. And then realised I hadn't even been doing that. And I also realised that this was not a new thing but the way I had handled every job I had ever had. So I decided to hand in my notice before I got the sack. I started looking around for other jobs and although I interviewed well for a few and was always getting onto the last shortlist of 2 or 3, never got the big win.
So, long story short, I went to visit a friend in Hawaii. She was spending a year working in Honolulu, living in Kailua. On the island of Oahu. And I realised it was paradise, and I wanted to live there forever. As I say, long story short - it is much more involved than that. Recently, almost two years later, a friend said to me "I've known you over a year, and you never stop talking about Hawaii. What are you doing about it?"
So, this blog is about my efforts to move to Hawaii. Or, in other words, you could also say, it is about my effort to be happy. Hawaii means happiness and healing to me. I have a long way to go - emotionally as well as geographically. If you think how far away away from each other London and Honolulu are - well, I'm not saying I am that far away from happiness, but it is a fair distance. Sometimes what is just around the corner feels inconceivably out of reach.
The blogging process in itself is part of my healing. If you are reading this I hope together we can make sense of healing and happiness and find some common ground to be brothers and sisters.
